"Correct!" Mr. Yoo waited for a long time before announcing the result. The score on the panel continued to increase, and Feng Bujue's score had reached 120 points.
The audience cheered and clapped. The sound engineer played a fast-paced soundtrack, and the lights flickered.
"Haha, looks like Participant No. 1 is getting better," Mr. Yoo said with a smile. "Then … the next question he will face is the fourth question." He burned the question card for the third question and glanced at the new question. With a wicked smile on his face, he turned to Feng Bujue and announced, "This question is worth 120 points!"
The audience gasped, and even Xiao Tan and the rest were shocked when they heard that.
"Participant No. 1, the four of you …" Mr. Yoo looked around. "The goal of the four of you … is survival, not competition. In the second round, it is not important who wins. The real key is who the winner will choose to go to the coliseum, "Mr. Yoo said. "The points for Participants No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4 are respectively zero, twenty, and zero. In other words, you now have a huge advantage. As long as they all give up during the second question, you will be guaranteed the first place. "
"You mean, there is no need for me to continue with the risk of my score returning to zero?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Haha … I am just helping you analyze the situation. If you are the one responsible for coming up with the plan, I believe your teammates will be more than happy to cooperate."
"You mean teammates? Haha … Since you know from the beginning that our goal is to survive and not fight for the first place, then … " Feng Bujue's expression shifted, and he tossed a wicked smile at the man. It was as if he was really possessed by Joker, and his tone changed as well. "Then I wish to ask … is there any meaning to the arrangement where only the winner gets the prize? We are a team. Does it matter who gets the prize? "
"Er … That …" Mr. Yoo stuttered. It was not that he was stumped by the question but that he did not want to answer.
"Also, as long as you give a hint to the other contestants, the contestant who answers the question will have their points deducted. This rule is obviously designed for teamwork. If it's a competitive game, players won't give each other hints, so there's no need for such a restriction. " Feng Bujue scoffed coldly. "Humph … If it's not too much trouble for me to come up with this hypothesis …" He raised one of his arms to point at the title of the show that was displayed on the big screen. "Death Quiz, on the surface, is a game where four contestants compete for the first place, but in reality, it is a team survival game."
Feng Bujue straightened up in his seat and adjusted the microphone. "Every round, someone will enter the coliseum, but that might not lead to death. The coliseum is merely a trial at the end of every round. Those who do not get the highest score have a chance of entering it … To put it simply, it doesn't matter if you can't answer the question. Those who are good at fighting will still be able to enter the next round." Feng Bujue titled his head and placed his elbow on the console. He stared into Mr. Yoo's flickering eyes. "So … what we have been through so far is merely a preparation and accumulation for the final round of this game. Perhaps that will be the third round, the fifth round … I have no idea … In any case, the real Death Quiz is only at the final round, and then …" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair. "The 'points' that we have accumulated so far will play a very important role that I am not aware of yet."
The audience was completely silent. Other than the monsters that would occasionally make noises, such as the hiccupping monster, the audience was completely silent.
Mr. Yoo held the microphone, and the lighting technician shone a bright beam of light on him. He walked to stand before the camera, and his face lit up with excitement and a smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, Participant No. 1 …" This time, Mr. Yoo's voice was very soft, but due to the silence, everyone could hear him clearly. "He has guessed the change to the rules of the third round … This …" He suddenly raised his voice. "This is unprecedented! Let us give him a round of applause and cheers! "
The audience cheered. There was applause, whistling, and wailing. There was even the wailing of werewolves.
Mr. Yoo shuffled his squat body back to Feng Bujue's console. "Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you the actual rules of the last round."
"I believe I know enough," Feng Bujue said. "In any case, the fourth question, 120 points, I choose to answer."
"Please listen to the question!" Mr. Yoo raised the question card. "Of the following four characters, who is the wealthiest …" He paused. "A, Tony Stark; B, Bruce Wayne; C, Uncle Scrooge; D, Forrest Gump."
Feng Bujue immediately pressed the C button. Mr. Yoo asked slowly, "Your answer is Uncle Scrooge?"
"Of course, that duck is not in the same league as the other three."
"Answer …" After the expected pause, Mr. Yoo said, "Correct!" Feng Bujue's score reached 240 points, and the audience cheered.
Mr. Yoo burned the fourth question card. He glanced at the fifth question and said, "Participant No. 1, if I tell you now that the fifth question is very, very difficult to answer, will you give it up?"
"Why don't you tell me the score for this question first?" Feng Bujue naturally would not be tricked so easily.
"The value of this question is …" Mr. Yoo's expression suddenly turned strange. "One thousand Skill Points."
The audience and guests did not react much, but when the four players heard that, they all had looks of disbelief.
"What … Skill Points?" Feng Bujue asked probingly.
"Of course, what Skill Points are you talking about?" Mr. Yoo shrugged and smiled at the camera. The audience also burst into laughter.
"I want to answer it!" Feng Bujue said firmly. "Tell me the question." He thought that in this scenario, Skill Points were a normal concept.
"Humph …" Mr. Yoo scoffed and picked up the question card. "So far, you have only received one type of terror rating in Thriller Paradise …"
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue widened his eyes and almost instinctively interrupted Mr. Yoo.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem? "Mr. Yoo asked in a relaxed tone.
"What is going on?" Feng Bujue asked as he tried to stand up, but Mr. Yoo waved his finger lightly, and an invisible force pressed him back into his seat.
"Who told you to stand up?" Mr. Yoo used the tone of an adult lecturing a child. "Let me finish the question first."
At that moment, Xiao Tan, Laughing Soul, and Passing Rain felt an indescribable pressure. The atmosphere of the stage changed; it became oppressive and scary.
Mr. Yoo continued to read the question that he was holding. "So far, you have only received one type of terror rating at Thriller Paradise. I'm sorry, but that is … A, Embodiment of Courage; B, Commendable Courage; C, Lost in Panic; D, Heart Trembling."
Feng Bujue looked at Mr. Yoo with suspicion. He slowly reached out his hand and pressed the button for option A. Before Mr. Yoo announced the answer, he heard the system announcement. "You have obtained one thousand Skill Points."
"Could you be an Anomaly?" Feng Bujue asked in a whisper. That was his first reaction, but he was wrong.
"You suspect that I am a creature of a lower dimension than you?" Mr. Yoo said with a smile. "Hahaha … Can you stop joking with me like that?" He burned the question card and took out the next one. "The sixth question … The reward for answering it correctly is a pass to the 'Inner World' of Thriller Paradise." As he spoke, he moved his fingers, and a small black card appeared between his index and middle fingers. "If you answer incorrectly, your Sorcery Weapon will disappear."
Feng Bujue's brain was spinning rapidly. Since he entered the scenario, various anomalies had been accumulating, and at that moment, everything seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.
"Enough." An unfamiliar voice spoke.
It was a man in a suit with brown hair. He suddenly appeared in the middle of the stage and stood one meter behind Mr. Yoo.
In that moment, Mr. Yoo's expression froze, and the smile froze on his face. The three people in the guest seats looked as if they were sitting in the office making jokes when they suddenly saw their leader come in. Their sitting postures and expressions all changed. The audience at the scene was stunned.
The bomb called fear had been set up, and they were waiting for that spark … to ignite the whole place.
Simon stood behind Mr. Yoo and looked down at the fat man's neck. "Do you plan to talk to me with your back facing me?"
"Ha … Haha … I wouldn't dare … I wouldn't dare." Mr. Yoo's sweat slid down his cap like a waterfall. Nervousness and fear were written all over his face.
Simon then turned his gaze to the cameraman. He did not say a word, just a look, and the translucent spirit let out a painful wail. His body was covered in a layer of strong light, and then he exploded like fireworks, his soul dispersing. Naturally, the camera before him was blown up as well.
"Scum, get out of here." Simon used a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, and in a tone that brooked no argument, he said that in the middle of the stage.
The fiendish creatures in the auditorium screamed like pigs being slaughtered, as if they had just seen a ghost. They scrambled and scrambled toward the exits. For a moment, smoke and dust were billowing, and flesh and blood were flying everywhere. The frames of the exits were basically broken. Some even broke through the walls and escaped through the ground.
In less than thirty seconds, only the four players, Simon, Mr. Yoo, and the three VIP guests were left in the studio.
"Long time no see, Brother Simon. Hahaha …" Hephaestus laughed and tried to get closer.
Simon merely replied softly, "Oh, it's you … How is the product that I ordered?"
"Er … You know that, Brother Simon, it is very troublesome to create a weapon that suits you. Furthermore, didn't we agree to deliver the goods before the end of the twenty-first century?"
"But it looks like you have a lot of free time on your hands," he interrupted.
"Understood! Understood! I will disappear now! Haha! Do as you wish. Haha … "Hephaestus said that and really disappeared.
"I didn't expect you to come to an event like this." Simon moved his gaze back to Pride.
"Humph …" She scoffed. "You sure are a busybody."
"I am here on official business," Simon replied. "If you have something private to tell me …"
"Humph!" Before he could finish, Pride morphed into a puff of black smoke and left.
"Why are you looking at me?" Next, it was Pestilence's turn to meet Simon's gaze. "I just want to watch without saying anything. Can't I?"
"You've placed your bet," Simon replied.
"Most of the high-ranking members have already placed their bets." Pestilence put on an innocent look.
"I am the judge," Simon said.
"That is because no one can beat you in a fight, but …"
"There is a but?" Simon repeated darkly.
"Fine, fine … I was wrong, I was wrong. Fine, I will leave." Pestilence coughed twice and morphed into a ray of black light.
Simon's gaze returned to Mr. Yoo. "Alright, can you please explain what is the meaning of this?"
"Er … Big brother, do you mind if I ask what is going on?" Feng Bujue waved at Simon and interrupted with a sincere expression.
Simon glanced at Feng Bujue and snapped his fingers. One second later, the bottle of SCP-500 appeared in his hand. He tossed the bottle to Feng Bujue and said, "You have cleared the scenario."
Feng Bujue caught the medicine bottle that flew at him. Without looking at its attributes, he asked, "What is going on here? This scenario … "
"Don't worry, I promise this will not happen again, at least not in a short period of time …" After Simon said that, the four players dissolved into white light and were forcibly teleported away.
…
In the log-in lobby, Feng Bujue opened the team channel. "Have all of you been teleported away as well?"
Xiao Tan answered, "Yes."
"What was the situation in the scenario earlier?" Laughing Soul's voice appeared.
Passing Rain said, "It seems like … there was some conflict between the bosses in the scenario, and they chased us away?"
"That's weird," Xiao Tan said. "The mission completion rate is 0/00, but the reward for clearing the scenario is so complete. Is this some kind of bug?"
Feng Bujue said, "That man in the suit who suddenly appeared … from his tone, he sounded like a GM. Perhaps something big has happened to us."
"Then, what should we do?" Xiao Tan asked.
"What do you mean what should we do? Didn't we get the reward for clearing the scenario? Even if you ask customer service, they probably won't know anything. You can't complain that … we cleared the scenario halfway through, right? "Feng Bujue said.
"Don't you think all the Terror Rating so far is Embodiment of Valor?" Passing Rain suddenly asked.
"Leader, you're not cheating, are you?" Laughing Soul asked.
"Ah … About that …" Feng Bujue really did not know how to answer that question. He was not that close to these two girls; they were just friends that he had not met for long in the game. Should he confess to them that he was suffering from some unknown brain disease?
However, he thought about it from another perspective. If he came up with an excuse, even if the excuse was temporarily valid, perhaps they would get the truth from Xiao Tan. After some deliberation, Feng Bujue said, "I'm not cheating, and of course, I'm not injected with some kind of tranquilizer to play the game … I just … don't feel fear."
Once that was said, Passing Rain and Laughing Soul naturally wanted to ask more questions.
Before they could ask, Feng Bujue said, "But as for why that is, forgive me for not being able to tell you, and please don't ask Xiao Tan. Consider this a bit of my privacy, and I hope you can keep it a secret. "
After a period of silence, Passing Rain said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
Hearing that, Laughing Soul added, "I have no problem with that. Don't worry, I'm a tight-lipped person."
"Hmm … Thank you. Then, why don't we call it a day?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Okay, I'm a bit tired, so I'll be going now," Xiao Tan replied.
Passing Rain and Laughing Soul also said that they were going to go offline. The four said their goodbyes and left the game.
…
Several minutes earlier, at the recording studio of Death Quiz, Mr. Simon looked at Simon.
Simon looked down at Mr. Yoo. "Who gave you the permission to bring them into Death Quiz? Are you planning to give up on this show? "
"Hmm … They are just virtual projections. They won't really die …" Mr. Yoo seemed to want to explain.
"What were you trying to do earlier?" Simon asked.
"It was Woody who broke the rules first! He allowed Feng Bujue to enter the World of Pi Li when he was only around level ten, and it was that easy for him to get the Sorcery weapon, "Mr. Yoo explained.
"You mean … you are helping me correct the consequences of breaking the rules?" Simon asked.
Mr. Yoo's face blanched. He knew that there was a very dangerous trap hidden in this question. If he answered yes, it would mean that he was exercising his power as a judge. With Simon's personality, as long as he was given a valid reason, he would not hesitate to kill a real god, much less a demigod.
"No!" Mr. Yoo said. "That is not what I meant."
"You gave him 1,000 Skill Points and then prepared to take away his Sorcery weapon. You think that will solve the problem?" Simon asked. "What do you think Woody would do if he knew what you were up to?"
"Er …" Mr. Yoo was speechless.
Simon said coldly, "He would not hesitate to toss the person you bet on into the territory of a level one Anomaly and force him to drop ten levels."
"But … but …" Mr. Yoo wanted to say something else.
"There is nothing wrong with Feng Bujue getting the Sorcery weapon. With his power level, there is no need for him to wait until he is level thirty to get it. That is my judgment as the judge, "Simon said. "From this moment onward, it is time for you people to stop your dirty tricks." He scoffed. "I have completed the modification to the system. The backdoor left behind by Woody is no longer there. You people will not be able to interfere with this anymore, not even for a second."
Simon said as he walked toward the main camera on the stage. He stood in front of the camera, and his gaze was as cold as a blade. "The bet has just officially begun. Whoever dares to put his hand on the table will have his hand chopped off."
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